It says, broken people break people and that is not fair. I want to put an end to all these mayhems. All the chaos in my mind. That is why I go back and forth, in loop to fix things. I am sure some day I will fix that as life unfolds.

proximity to you gives me chills in my bones and creeps me out. is that what they say intimacy or fear of it is this you? or all of it , is me? growing up I saw love in camouflage. it was always hidden behind those harsh words behind hurt and bruises like thorn and roses. nobody was very comfortable about expression of love. and I grow up thinking, that's how it should be. when you love, you don't talk about it love is unspoken words love is unsaid expressions love is unmentionable. love is not an essential element to be spoken about it is not important communicate or comprehend you don't waste words in saying it. but now, that you said those words and I don't know how to respond to it. no, I feel it. I do but I never learned how to say it for some people this might be like a storm but for me, it's like damp patches on the wall inside my apartment after heavy rains, it always gets wet. moisture spreads across the wall, slowly a slow invasion of my unexpressed love for all the people, I loved. It haunts me, it is invisible. but it makes me feel its presence. and gradually, it fills the entire wall with damp patches. it weakens the wall eventually. it feels cold inside. It gives me chills It freaks me out!